The thing about having not one, but three boss mobs who were Lich, and now looked like three handsome men who may or may not have been eyeing the vampires who passed by us, was that now I could use the zombies as mana batteries!
I was pretty sure that none of them minded.
Yes, I was needed here, in the war camp, to make sure that the soldiers were not forced to march on rotten potatoes, for that was really what the git Solas had brought!
But my humans, the ones who had made me feel at home during the festival. The ones who had tested me during the storm. Made me feel small, then made me feel like a giant, might need my help!
Not to mention that the gnomes had no farms now! What were they going to do? How were they going to feed themselves?
It was all so… so…
"Ok, here's the plan," Desmond said, the bravado of youth on his side. "We get out of here, make a contract with king Alexios, and then we live in sin!"